A Quote by Carlos Condit

The high-profile fights are what matter to me because I have a family to take care of. That's how I put food on the table. That's my job. — © Carlos Condit
The high-profile fights are what matter to me because I have a family to take care of. That's how I put food on the table. That's my job.
It's my job. It's not a hobby, it's how I put food on the table for my family. I have to be on a bike.
Some of the things I have done... of course I'm ashamed of in the past... was just to put food on the table and just take care of my family.
A man's got to take care of his family. You live in my house, you sleep your behind on my bedclothes, you put my food in your belly because you are my son; you are my flesh and blood, not because I like you. It is my duty to take care of you. I owe a responsibility to you.
It doesn't matter where or how it is grown as long as it is packaged in plastic, put on the supermarket shelves, and bought as a commodity. In the New Story food is not commodity. Food is sacred. We need to be connected with soil, with animals that we take care of.
It's more than just high quality food for the family table; it's growing the food in a way that does not harm the environment. That gives me emotional well-being that is important to me.
I remember one of my first prayers when I became a Christian was simply, 'God, provide a job for me. I don't care how hard I have to work, just provide a job and opportunity so that I can take care of my family.' And you know, that was really all I asked from Him.
More women are working because they have to, that's what it takes to put the food on the table and pay the rent. And yet we have not changed our policies to support the family. The right wing goes to the floor, and they did when they were in power, and talk about family values. Well, where are they? Family values is support for child care. Family values is equal pay for equal work so that women are paid appropriately.
Put yourself in the position of a person, sort of an ordinary American, "I'm a hard-working, god-fearing Christian. I take care of my family, I go to church, I, you know, do everything 'right'. And I'm getting shafted. For the last thirty years, my income has stagnated, my working hours are going up, my benefits are going down. My wife has to work two [jobs] to, you know, put food on the table. The children, God, there's no care for the children, the schools are rotten, and so on. What did I do wrong? I did everything you're supposed to do, but something's going wrong to me.
I was raised in a group home for 14 years, so I was a beneficiary of philanthropy. I didn't have a family. The nameless, faceless strangers were my family. They gave me an education, put food on the table and clothes on my back. I am who I am because of that formative experience. Now I am paying it forward.
I want a woman that wants me to take care of myself because truly, that tells a lot about you. And if you don't take care of yourself how can you take care of a woman? How can you take care of kids?
I have food every day on the table, I have a family, friends, health - all the things without which it wouldn't matter how many roles I get to play.
No matter what precautions we take, no matter how well we have put together a good life, no matter how hard we have worked to be healthy, wealthy, comfortable with friends and family, and successful with our career — something will inevitably ruin it.
I spend a lot of nights thinking How did I make it this far? I spend money every chance I get Cause god damn I work hard. Put here to take care of he family But how was I supposed to know If I don't take care of myself Then how am I supposed to grow?
I'm surrounded by people who care about me and love me. I have a great job. I have wonderful roommates who take care of me. I have a family who adores me.
I have heard some people say I have a low profile. Why should somebody be high profile, anyway? I am just doing my job.
I have this table in my new house. They put this table in without asking. It was some weird nouveau riche marble table, and I hated it. But it was literally so heavy that it took a crane to move it. We would try to set up different things around it, but it never really worked. I realized that table was my ego. No matter what you put around it, under it, no matter who photographed it, the douchebaggery would always come through.
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